The sparrow and Me~ A sparrow flies to me by light of dawn, and rests outside upon my window sill. I rub my sleepy eyes, surppress a yawn, set out upon a day of mundane drill. A sparrow perches on my window sill; unknowing that inside I clearly see: Out of the blue it sets down, standing still and adds enjoyment to my morning tea. A sparrow perches on my window sill; no whispered note ... its quills a brownish grey. I wonder if my little friend is ill ... but then it flaps its wings and flies away. A sparrow perches on my window sill. The sun is up, the roosters crow their call. While waiting for my songster's pure, sweet trill, a rain begins... pale flowers start to fall. A sparrow perches on my window sill and sadly sings its notes; away it's flown. Entranced, I watch it fly to yonder hill; again, I'm left to sip my tea alone. Agatha Lai